A vision for Jerusalem

A Hanukkah Vision for Jerusalem

On the morning of the 8th day of Hanukkah I was praying and suddenly I saw a man dressed in a white linen robe standing by an ancient gate of an old city. The city wall was made of mudbricks, and the gate appeared as if it was very old. It was facing west. The man had brown hair, looked as if he was in his thirties, and had piercing eyes. He waved to me to come into the gate of the ancient city. I followed him and the gate opened. Inside the city there were no people, but the houses were all made from mudbricks, like a biblical city, only deserted. He started walking south along the city wall. On the right side of the street there were flat roofed houses. As he walked by the people started waking up and the doors started to open. Slowly the people came outside as if they had been sleeping for a long time. They rubbed their eyes and wondered what had happened. They walked towards the man in white and asked him where they had been. They all surrounded him. He loved them all, as more and more came from their houses.

I watched from the back enjoying all the attention they were giving him. Then he beckoned me to follow him again and he continued walking south along the dusty road, inside the city, next to the city wall. At the southernmost part of the city we arrived at a large pool, made from ancient roman stones. But the water was deep and it was crystal clear. The man stopped by the pool, bent down and drew water with his hands from the pool and washed himself. Then, with his clothes on, he stepped into the water, gave me a hand and led me into the pool. He placed his hand on my head and he said a prayer and together we went under the water. When we came up I felt refreshed and clean. Other people started getting into the water with us.

Then he got out of the water and started walking back up north up the hill, on a different street. The street was also deserted, but as we ascended up all the doors from the houses on both sides started to open. As he walked along the street, people started coming out of their houses and started to follow him. I could barely keep up with him and the crowd was getting bigger and bigger.

Suddenly the city changed and it was no longer an ancient city, but a modern city, I recognized it as the City of David and he was walking with crowds of people behind him through the dung gate towards to wailing wall. As he crossed the security gate leading to the wall, the gates opened automatically. The orthodox Jews came up to him, and he sat along the southern side and started blessing the people. I noticed a tear run down his cheek as someone pointed to the round scars on his feet and asked him what happened. Then he raise his hand and said:

“My people . I am coming soon. Don’t be afraid of the future. I will soon fill you all. I will bring peace. I gave my life for you so you could live. I love you. Do not be afraid.”

He pointed to the dome of the rock and a cloud engulfed it and a wind came, and it disappeared.

“My children. There is love in the world. There is hope, for I have overcome. The battle will be short. I will return unto you and fill your lamps with oil. I will give you an oil that will burn forever. My light will shine over the nations, and all will know my love for you.”

Then he got up and walked towards me. I knelt down and he handed me a white dove. Immediately it flew out of my hand up into the Kotel (the wailing wall). I felt my heart burning. He reached to the people around him and started touching their hearts and all the hearts started burning with love, hugging each other. And I saw great joy in Jerusalem, people dancing by the wall, loving each other. And he was in the midst of them, dancing.

But then he slowly backed away and left the crowd. He told me to follow him and we went through the dung gate along the outside of the old city, towards the west. To my left I saw Mazar’s excavation of the ancient city, which I had seen in the beginning. Then we crossed the road and went to the Mount of Olives. He sat down and watched the old city of Jerusalem, his eyes on the closed golden gate. A cloud of Gods presence came over the city and filled it with a warm glow. Again I saw tears in his eyes. Then he slowly said:

“Do not fear My children. I am coming soon.”

Then he stood up and blew over the city and cleared the air. He also took a piece of wet cloth and pressed the water out of it over the city. As it dripped, the sky opened and the spirit of the Lord came down upon it. He held my hand with his right hand. And with his left hand he wrote with his finger in the sky with the clouds. He wrote from right to left, in Hebrew and it said: Ani Ohev Otag (I love you). Then he signed his name under the words: and it said: Yeshua.